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She screamed his name, the walls of her channel clenching tight, then tighter as she shuddered and broke apart. He continued to suck and pump inside her until her climax subsided and she let loose his hair, her thighs falling open.

“’Tis not finished yet,” he said. He flipped her onto her belly, sliding his hands over her bare arse. Some of her cream had dripped into the crack of her arse and he skimmed his fingers along her star, pressing on the inside.

She cried out again, rearing back for more.

“Ye like that?” he asked, his cock burning to sink within her forbidden hole. He lifted her so she was on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her.

“Aye,” she panted.

Reed whipped off his plaid, his cock surging forward, straining for the pleasure she could give him. Gripping his length, he stroked it on her wet arse, shuddering from the feel of it. “I want to fuck ye—”

“Please…” she whimpered.

Gripping one of her hips tight, he pressed the head of his cock against her tight hole. She moaned, pushing back against him. His balls tightened. He wasn’t even inside her and yet he was already so close to release. But he had to hold out. Had to make this about her pleasure too.

He pressed in another inch, letting her become accustomed to his width. Her star, so incredibly warm and wet from her cunny juices, clenched around him. Reed continued to slip forward with extreme gentleness, despite her insistence for something rougher. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted her to experience the intense pleasure that could come from mating in that illicit spot.

When he’d finally buried himself all the way, Reed kept himself still, his balls so tight if he moved one more inch he would explode.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice strained. His blood pumped with frenzy through his veins, pleasure so keen he would go mad soon.

“So good…”

He was pleased to hear her voice sounded just as tense. “What about this?” He moved, pulling slowly out then sinking with excruciating leisure back into her.

Sorcha’s response was a drawn-out moan. She tossed her head back, exposing the column of her throat. One hand still on her hip, he stilled his movements, gripped her chin, turning her enough so he could kiss her. He thrust his tongue hard into her mouth, the way he wished to thrust his cock into her arse.

He caressed her shoulder, around to her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. He glided his hand along the planes of her belly, reaching down to cup her mound. Her clit was swollen, slick, hot. He stroked her nub in a circular motion, continuing to plunder her mouth. He remained still inside her, listening to the sounds of her moans through his kiss, feeling the way she trembled beneath him.

Then he could take it no longer. He ripped his mouth from hers, dropped his forehead to her shoulder. His control only held by a tiny thread. He pulled out of her then sank deep, increasing his pace until he thrust again and again. She arched her back, her moans echoing off the walls. He continued to fondle her nub as he drove inside her arse with powerful surges.

“Reed!” she screamed.

When she jolted beneath him, he held on no more. His climax vibrated through his entire body, shooting out through the tip of his cock. He couldn’t breathe. His heart felt as though it had stopped and his mind went blank, only aware of the intense pleasure ripping through him.

He collapsed beside her, hauling her back flush against his length. Neither of them spoke. Her hair stirred with each of his exhalations.

Although he was too spent to move, his mind whirled. The trust involved with what they’d just done was incredible. He couldn’t believe it. They’d forged a bond with their bodies. Something he’d never done before.

And it went deeper than that. Resonated inside him. There was something about Sorcha that touched him. Clutched at his heart and wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t explain it. Didn’t really want to. All he knew was, he was happy to have married her. His anger at being deceived melted away.

And that scared the wits out of him.

Chapter Six

They avoided each other for several days, neither able to confront the other or themselves about what had transpired. For Sorcha, it was unexplainable. Never before had she told anyone about her feelings of guilt regarding Eoghan’s death. She’d simply dealt with it, keeping it inside.

Reed did not sleep in their chamber. She wasn’t sure where he spent his nights, although she trusted it wasn’t with another. Her feelings of trust were an additional issue. She had trusted no one, save her brothers, and yet Reed Campbell somehow niggled his way inside her circle. Was it because he’d accepted her brother’s challenge of marriage, even though he didn’t do anything wrong? Was it because he took her to the heavens and back with his sensual touch?

Or that he could have flattened her with his sword when she challenged him and instead he made it into a game, even letting her strike him.

She didn’t know. Couldn’t explain it.

The fact of the matter was, somehow since he’d stormed into her bedroom a little under a week ago, she’d… What?

She didn’t want to delve into her emotions.

Instead she climbed from her empty bed and went to stare at the moon. ’Twas full tonight. The kind that kept most in their beds for fear of the spirits that roamed the earth. She would be guaranteed solace if she took a walk. And she enjoyed taking walks on moonlit nights. There was a sense of peace about it. She could muddle through her problems, thoughts, without any interruptions.

Slipping her weapons into the loops at her side just to be safe, she stole into the quiet corridor, down the stairs and out of the keep. Guards were on duty and the gate was closed. But since she’d had time to explore of the past few days, she’d come across a nondescript door in the back near the garden. It was an entrance hidden from the outside, very clever indeed, covered by climbing ivy.

She sneaked out the door with none the wiser and made her way to the small beach by the Loch Fyne. ’Twas just as beautiful as the loch near her home. She sat on the beach, twirling her fingers in the sand and staring out at the water sparkling from the stars in the darkened sky.

A sound caught her attention and she hurried to the shadows, hiding amidst a few boulders. Walking along the shore was a tall figure. She’d recognize his shadowy outline anywhere. It was her husband.

He was alone.

He bent down and picked something up. A rock, maybe? He tossed it into the water. Sorcha stood, preparing to approach him, when a glint of metal caught her attention. Narrowing her gaze, she could just barely make out the shape of someone hastening down the beach, sword drawn toward Reed.

Without thinking, she wrenched a dagger from her hip, rushed forward and threw it. Reed looked up, his eyes locking onto hers as she threw. In that moment, betrayal, pain and fury crossed his features.

But she hadn’t time to explain, to warn him of the man behind him. Her dagger sank home with a
thunk
in the man’s chest.

“What the…” Reed whirled around, taking in the sight of the fallen man at his feet, who had blood darkening the light-colored shirt he wore.

She scanned the shadows, straining her eyes for any more assailants. Her ears perked, trying to discern the sounds of the lapping water, her heartbeat and if there was anything out of place. They seemed quite alone now.

Her husband turned back to her, reaching for her and pulling her into his embrace. “I thought…”

“’Tis all right.” She glanced down into the face of the older clansman who had challenged their marriage upon her arrival. She was sad to have killed him. But not sad to have saved Reed’s life.

He gripped her shoulders, pulling her attention back to him. “No, it isn’t. When I saw ye throw your dagger, I thought ye aimed to kill me. That the whole marriage was a sham set up by your brother—”

“I would never.”

“I know… I canna believe I—”

She touched his lips. “Dinna say another word. I understand.”

He shook his head, insistent. “No, ye dinna understand. Until that moment, I was battling my feelings for ye. ’Tis why I have been avoiding ye.”

Sorcha pressed her lips to his, needing to feel their warmth and strength beneath hers. He lifted her into the air, holding her tight as his mouth devoured hers, hungry, frenzied, his near death making him urgent in his need to consume her, and she likewise.

When they parted, just a few inches, he spoke more. “I couldna grasp this feeling.” He tapped his fist to his chest. “When I thought ye were going to kill me, the betrayal I felt was the worst pain of my life. Then upon seeing the man fall at my feet, I…” His forehead fell to hers. “If not for ye, I would be dead or very seriously wounded.”

“Thank the saints I like to walk in the moonlight.”

“Aye, thank the saints. Thank your brother for putting us together.”

“I did resent him at first,” she said, a teasing smile curling her lips. “But now I find I thank him too.”

“I must confess to ye.” He paused, his gaze intense. Tension whipped around them, pulling them closer together. Sorcha’s heart beat at a rapid pace. “I need ye, Sorcha. I want ye here with me always. I…I love ye.”

Her legs grew weak and she trembled at the force of conviction in his words. His words resonated so deeply, matching the power of her own emotions. She hadn’t wanted to think about it before now. How much she cared for him, how much his confident grin, sturdy walk, the challenges he presented her with and even the way he held his sword stole her breath.

But when the man had run toward Reed, intent on taking his life, her heart stopped. Her lone thought had been to save him. She’d tunneled back to another time when history presented her with the same situation. She wouldn’t lose another man she loved. And then she’d known. Their time together had been short but intense and filled with self-exploration and discovery.

She loved him. Couldn’t live without him. “I love ye too.”

Reed held her tight, keeping her steady. He kissed her again, this time more potently, knowing how they felt about each other.

They sank to the sand, working with frenzied motions to lift her skirts and his plaid, until they were naked, flush against each other. His cock surged forward, fitting tightly into her silken sheath. They cried out at the connection until their mouths once more found each other.

Their lovemaking was powerful, all-consuming and hurried, as if this moment, this joining meant life or death.

Within minutes, they climaxed together, crying out under the moon and professing once more their need and love for one another.

The End

About Eliza Knight

Eliza Knight is the multi-published author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. While not reading, writing or researching her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…), she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping, and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain, and enjoys cold winter nights when she can curl up in front of a roaring fire with her own knight in shining armor.

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